His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “She doesn’t know. . \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. '" As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, a female servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at the door, who wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgent importance. But I will go.
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